We both knew the simple things in life, the things that go overlooked most of the time are the most romantic experiences of all. Living in a rather la...ge city in New Jersey there were no beaches, and where I live the parks close at night so we decided to go for a small walk in the wooded area close to my home. We walked there hand in hand silently, no words between us only the joy of each other’s company.. then for no reason we stopped and decided to sit in the clearing and stare at the moon.. “Why don’t we go back to the beach? The super moon is lighting up everything and it is such a beautiful night, it seems a shame to waste it”. My husband relented although he did not consider his plan a waste.We drove back to Ponquogue Beach. There were a few cars in the lot but we parked away from them. My husband grabbed 2 camper type chairs from the truck and started walking to the beach. I told him to go ahead, saying that I wanted to grab a sweatshirt. As he left I quickly took off my. ‘We should have tried to catch one. Would have made a nice supper.’ ‘True, but I’ve never been much of a fisherman.’ ‘Never mind, then.’ We sat for a while when we’d finished eating, watching the gathering shadows, the evening warm, until Julie suddenly stood. She reached for my hand and tugged me to my feet. ‘What?’ I said. ‘Let’s see if the loch is warm enough to swim in.’ She pulled at my hand, leading me towards the water. I laughed, and let her. At the loch’s edge, she sat down on a rock. Hawley had dressed in his favorite cut-off green sweats, matching his green Eagles sweatshirt with the neck and sleeves cut out. His hairy arms and hairy, barrel-chest give him the look of an athlete. His thick, sinewy thighs and heavily muscled lower legs give him the look of a juiced-up pro-wrestler. His hands are twice the size of a grown man’s hands.Yet, he’s still a growing boy, just days shy of his seventeenth birthday.As he drove through the open gate, onto the estate, he pulled the.